El Árbol sobre la Colina

Bringing back the forgotten flowers to Reality

Of the Lost & the Found

Published by Olalla Gabrielle under , , , , , on 23:14


13 July 2016


I burn absolute as the Zero
Paths of decay against the light
And you cry, you cry.
I smile as evil as the fierce Nature
Surrender to me in your delight
And you shine, you shine.
I lose myself in the crowds and the bodies
Broken pieces of my life in need
And you weep, you miss.
I come back home, prodigal and yielding
Wanting the strips of my kindred lost
At peace you, here at the West, them on the East.


Illustration Through the looking-glass by Agnes Cecile


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